Serial Killers vs Fairy Tales

Well, I really thought I'd developed a good read on this one. But apparently I was wrong. Pretty sure Chandler is a serial killer. You remember my theories on serial killers, right? And maybe I'm just telling myself he's a serial killer to help me sleep better at night. (Wait, does that even make sense...? actually it does) Surely it isn't anything I've done that would be the reason he hasn't called/texted/emailed me in a week, right??? He's just emotionally and physically incapable of continuing to pursue me because he realizes just how much he likes me and how perfect I am for him, therefore, he must "systematically and methodically kill every real opportunity at a relationship".

Facial Hair, Good or Bad?

In honor of this past weekends Georgia victory (41-14, whatup!) and the 2nd annual Stache Out weekend that carried on alongside it, I got to thinking about facial hair on a man, and what I like and dislike about it. There's something extremely creepy and child-molestor-esque about a moustache. But I can definitely support it for a day if it's synonymous with Georgia winning against Tennessee (or any other SEC team for that matter). But any other time, I'm not really a fan of the moustache. There are only a select few men who can pull off Just the Stache.

The Game: To play or not to play?

So I don't want to put all my eggs in one basket and I don't want to jinx myself like I talked about last week but I'm beginning to feel more and more like my new-found love-interest is taking on a larger role in my life than I expected him to at this point. And it's hard to transition. You know, you go from like single-ready-to-mingle, I-live-only-for-myself-and-don't-have-to-answer-to-anyone - to all of a sudden being like i-should-invite-him-to-my-non-profit-event-in-3-weeks-just-to-get-it-on-his-calendar-holy-shit-what-am-i-saying-that's-three-weeks-away! It's quite unnerving.